Shark

Three feet below me, dark-skinned, about four feet long, swimming along the bottom of the sea, tail moving side to side: shark.

I disagreed with, and eventually laughed at, my biological father today. I was trying to understand why he sent his bizarre attack email, but he refused to explain. He called me irrational, and said it was pointless to talk to me ever again.

I turn toward shore and swim quickly and quietly away.